Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What are you still doing up? -I got thirsty.
-Okay, what is going on here? -Why would you? I don't even--
I don't understand.
for "What Is Going On?"
-What's Cabracadabra? -That's what we want you to say.
-We are about to pitch you an idea. -I did not know better.
does it take to screw in a light bulb? The answer is just one,
The universe is a wild beast.
-[groaning] Well, that worked. -Okay, we're done. I'll see you tomorrow.
-Okay, your turn, truth or dare. -Truth.
Like an art piece that resists interpretation.
When I looked at the mirror ad, I was seeing me as I see myself
No, not murderous robots. Women.
-[voices overlapping] -[groaning]
I made a giant papier-mâché Todd head to scare it away. Think it'll work?
The light bulb has to want to change.
Listen, I've been with guys like you before,
-You don't remember BoJack? -Oh, yeah. BoJack.
[imitating partition whirring]
I pulled into a 76.
jostled me from tender slumber
with a robust arts section.
-Oh, okay. -You should buy me out of the company.
-We have a situation, sir. -Talk to me.
and don't harass the passenger.
Intimate, almost.
Yeah, but I don't like feeling like I have to, Roxy.
-Uh, what would we be talking about? -Yeah, BoJack.
Laugh your life away. I can laugh, too.
"Hello, old turtle. Are you Secretariat? No? You're just some old turtle?
Giant Todd Head, of course.
So you don't feel any guilt about your tryst with Emily?
or told you that you reminded him of his dead girlfriend?
-You should go. -Yeah.
What? Why would that be weird?
Thanks. You've given me a lot to think about.
If I didn't know any better, you were about to pitch an idea.
about watching a person be herself.
I'm not throwing a tantrum-- Why are we having sex in my car?
Let me tell you something about the L.A. Gazette.
-So then we had sex. -What? Why?
-I don't know that joke. -That's it. That's the whole joke.
or have a skull face or be wearing a tattered white satin gown.
I gotta drive all the way home to get it.
and I know this thing works better if we keep a little distance.
We do have an infestation, of Todds. Look at that, they're getting bigger.
[groaning]
Oh, God.
Driver, you're starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
no creepy men drivers because there are no men drivers at all?
Better question: Why am I still getting the L.A. Gazette?